| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from To-morrow by Joseph Conrad: amongst a scheme of settled notions which it pained
him to feel disturbed by people's grins. Yes, peo-
ple's grins were awful. They hinted at something
wrong: but what? He could not tell; and that
stranger was obviously grinning--had come on
purpose to grin. It was bad enough on the streets,
but he had never before been outraged like this.
The stranger, unaware how near he was of hav-
ing his head laid open with a spade, said seriously:
"I am not trespassing where I stand, am I? I
fancy there's something wrong about your news.
To-morrow |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates: made of pigskin."
"May I have the alleged key? Thank you. It is not by force, but
by persuasion, that I- ahem- gain my points."
"I should think you're an only child."
"I am," I said. "That's why."
We were in a first- class compartment on the London South
Western Railway, rushing away from London, down to Dorsetshire,
with its heights and woodland and its grey stone walls. There
had been some trouble at Waterloo, and it was only at the last
moment that an 'engaged' label had been torn off our carriage
window and we had been permitted to enter. The other occupant of
The Brother of Daphne |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Mad King by Edgar Rice Burroughs: on silent, noiseless feet. At sight of the two at the window
seat it halted. It was the king.
The girl looked up suddenly into the eyes of the Ameri-
can bending so close above her.
"I can never forgive you," she cried, "for not being the
king, for I am betrothed to him--and I love you!"
Before she could prevent him, Barney Custer had taken
her in his arms, and though at first she made a pretense of
attempting to escape, at last she lay quite still. Her arms
found their way about the man's neck, and her lips returned
the kisses that his were showering upon her upturned mouth.
The Mad King |
